I know little of romanceAnd these little tract housesI know even less of youAnd if you should ever think of meMaybe as a game you lostWell someone I know lost the whole damn worldNo more this talk of they're out to get meJust slide out of Sydney and I can never go backHow could I be surprisedHow could I even believeCry, the clock saidI'll forget who you areI'll forget one of these daysCry, the clock said